Happy Birthday Peaches. Went over to the official "campsite gathering place" and ate up a piece of birthday cake. Since I'm on a strict diet, I had a very small piece.

Got to think'n bout critters. So here goes.

This was "Webster", the meanest cat on 4 wheels. He might look innocent, but ya didn't turn your back on this cat. He would grab ya and not let go.

This was Beaudreaux. Now this was a good dog. I've talked about Beaudreaux many times in the past cause I miss him. He was a 30,000 mile dog in "Alice" and "Sally da house" for over 5 years. He was a gold prospecting dog....dug a gram of gold out from under a greasewood bush in Golar Canyon. Rode on the top back of my driver seat or hang'n out the window for miles on end. He was epileptic so it was a very sad day when I lost him at 7 tears old.

Mikey says..."leave me alone, can't you see I'm tired"??? This was Beaudreaux's favorite buddy at the time. This cat was big....right bout 12 pounds soak'n wet....what he didn't like the wet part. Stolen from San Antonio, Texas in 2002 for his first trip to California. Poor little feller got in a fight with a "gang" cat in Atlanta, Georgia and died 9 months later from infection turned deadly. He could mark a bush 4 foots tall. Boy howdy.

"Come on Beaudreaux, wake up, it's play time"

"What the hell is this cold white stuff"????

"I'm such a stud".

Nap time......

Ok...that's it for tonight. Hard to find a few pics out of a couple thousand.

But before I shut this thing down, I want to swell a head. I done been "on the road again" for over 9 years and have met over a thousand other campers. But never have I net one like Karen....and of course her husband Steve. Now these folks are almost full fledged yankees but you would never know it by their actions. Absolutely a super wonderful couple...boy howdy I mean to tell ya. Thank you so much Karen for the donuts and books and the time around the campfire. Would camp with ya any ol' day. You can get to their blog over there on the right...or...you can clicky...here